With the dance competitions coming up Frederick and Anika practised and practised the tango. They were very good at it.
On the evening of the competition they put their heart and soul into the event. They didn’t win, but they got second. Frederick and Anika were thrilled. Everyone said they would have got first if Frederick didn’t think he was the cat’s pyjamas. He walked around like he was the best thing since sliced bread. Even though the tango is an arrogant sort of dance there’s no need to strut up and down like a painted canary.
But only Anika knew. The tango was on Frederick’s bucket list. The doctor had given him only a few weeks.
So bittersweet! Great writing!
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Thank you, Angie.
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The twist brought a lump in my throat.
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It’s called the common cold…?
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A few weeks until what? He finally gets an appointment at the surgery? He can dance the fandango? You leave us on a cliff edge hankering for more.
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He probably made the story up in order to get the girl…
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I wasn’t expecting this ending. Really great story!
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Thank you!
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This is just a sad one! Brain tumor?
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Laws about privacy should prevent most writers from ever saying what actually happens!
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Didn’t see that coming!
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It was well concealed…
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